Wednesday, 24 November 2010

The Student Riots Part One...'No Ifs, No Buts, No Education Cuts'




Max, Me and Mr Educate Don't Segregate

So as 'Student Riots' part two commences (unfortunately without my attendance this time - perhaps I'll be able to make the third instalment?) I remembered that I never put up the piece I wrote when Mr Max Clarke (see above) and I decided we would pop down for a gander. So here is the intro / personal piece I wrote for the company blog - it doesn't contain my usual, lets say, silliness, but then apparently I have been a bit "fiery" recently for some softer touches, so perhaps this will appease more, cough.

It was meant to be a noisy, but good-natured student protest against raising tuition fees.

Many had spent weeks organising and rallying for the planned November 10th London march. Subsidised coaches were booked and filled with students from all over the country, banners and posters were created, chants were scripted and rehearsed, and costumes were carefully prepared and fitted. Everyone was campaigning together to make Parliament hear the united student message, “no ifs, no buts, no education cuts.”

But after the 20,000 expected to attend escalated to over 50,000, and a small minority decided to take things into their own hands, all previous hard work became over-shadowed by the violent rampages that filled both the streets – and the headlines.

Millbank, the Tory HQ was the prime target, and had to be evacuated as the angry mob smashed their way into the building. They destroyed windows, stole ‘souvenirs’ and bombarded the roof where many threw objects – including a fire extinguisher which narrowly missed a policeman- into the chanting crowd below.

Fires fuelled by the placards were further lit outside, flares were let off and graffiti displaying ‘Tory Pigs’ was scrawled all over the Millbank walls.

With 50 people eventually arrested in connection to the violence, and police today saying that the protester who threw the extinguisher should face an attempted murder charge, it seems that the message from the original peaceful demonstration has been forgotten, and many will be left disappointed.

Aaron Porter, the president of the National Union of Students agreed that his cause had “lost a lot of public sympathy” because of the violence, and that those who had caused criminal damage had ‘”undermined” their argument.

David Cameron, who is currently in Seoul attending the G20 summit, condemned those responsible for hostilities, and confirmed that the government wouldn’t go back on plans to raise tuition fees as a result of it: “Look, even if we wanted to, we shouldn’t go back to the idea that university is free,” he finished.


And now an account of the event as reported by, yes! You guessed it! Me, Miss Vicky - disapproves of violence- Lane.




Getting off the tube at Westminster, I was almost disappointed to find things looking reasonably calm. After seeing the chaos of the student riots that had been erupting across the media, we were expecting to be greeted with an overwhelming spectacle.
Yet, initially, it seemed business was as usual.

However, the placards, face paints and crude slogans soon started to appear as we climbed the underground escalators. “When they say cut back we say fight back!” shouted one of the signs, “THIS IS NOT A DEMOCRACY!” screamed another. Clearly, the people were angry. “It is just absolutely f*cking ridiculous” one guy told me. “University will once again be for the rich, whilst the poor and unemployed can just clean the streets, what a joke.”

“I’m not doing it for me,” said Zoe Cleverly, a Bristol University student who had come across for the day with a coach load of her Bristol peers. “It’s for my sister and her friends and my cousins and all the other people who will be affected. University is already TOO expensive – how can they possibly justify raising the fees higher?”

As we walked towards the beaten Millbank building, different sing-song chants could be picked up in the gradually thickening crowds, and costumes changed from a line of face paint, to the truly eccentric. The streets became a mardi gras of bear and tiger ensembles, all in one body-suits, an outfit made of “money”, and a giant pair of cardboard scissors simulating the “cuts” as the students rallied together and fought for their cause.

Yet, upon approaching Millbank, the more good-humoured were quickly left behind and the jokey costumes rapidly changed to masks and balaclavas: attire, it was clear, that wasn’t just being worn to keep out the cold.

In fact, the angry spectacle illuminated by fires and riot police surrounding the Millbank entrance was quite shocking – even despite our previous media warnings. Voices on megaphones coaxed the enraged demonstrators, protesters on the roof waved and teased the crowds below, and sticks, stones and any other throw-able objects filled the air as they were hurled towards the entrance and blockading police.

“I’m just so disappointed” despaired Col Leech of Bournemouth University from the outskirts of the commotion. “We had everyone down today and it was really nice earlier on, it was quite cheerful, everyone was having a good time. And now, unfortunately, a few had to ruin it for everyone. I’m just so disgusted.”

“It’s just not fair,” continued Emma Tunston, also a Bournemouth university student. “Even if you’re angry at politicians – which is fair enough, we’re all angry – but to smash up something which is going to have to be cleared up by someone who is probably working a low paid job, just trying to make money for their family is not fair.

“And it subtracts from the rest of us who have come here to say that the fee increases and the cuts are wrong. We’ve all stood there and shouted; we’re all angry. But still, to come here and smash up private property I think is even more wrong.”

The opinions regarding the violent uprising seemed to range from absolute loathing of the few that had ruined “what was a really good day”, to a shrug of, “well as long as it gets the message across and no-one gets hurt – who cares?” (Notably, the latter comment came from a smug hooded young man holding a plant which he proudly exclaimed he’d “nicked from the Millbank entrance”).

Amazingly, the whole sorry affair became quite entrancing to outsiders like Max and I. Drums kept a regular chanting beat, ‘boom boxes’ provided a festival-like quality, and flare guns lit up the increasing darkness. After a few hours we were ready to leave, but the ‘celebrations’ looked to continue long into the night.

All in all, it was quite an incredible display of what a combination of determined young minds and extensive social networking can achieve. On the downside, it was also a reminder that there are always idiots prepared to take things too far, forget the law, and disgrace what was otherwise a commendably successful protest.

Hopefully the guilty will be punished, lessons will be learnt, and the peaceful protesters acknowledged as separate entities to their aggressive counterparts.


Tuesday, 19 October 2010

October 15th: W.E. Day Five– An ode to the work experience kid

It’s Friday morning
And you’re applauding
Surely it will be a special sort of day?
With the weekend ahead
Everyone will be spent
And ready for some fun and some play.

You walk into the office
And what is it you receive?
A special ‘Friday’ good morning or nod?
Why don’t be ridiculous!
It’s a pile of work – with you name on it
Labelled ‘enjoy yourself work experience sod’.

But it’s been a week
So it’s fair to assume
That people will by now know your name.
Maybe even enquire after your plans for the weekend
And treat you as though you’re the same.

But guess again
My sorry friend
Pigs are more likely to fly.
No-one cares about you
Or what you can do
It’s hardly worth even having a try.

Rebecca? Sam? Fred? – or Joy?
I can’t remember what this one was called.
So you’re about half-way?
And you’re getting no pay?
Hurry on then, and do as you’re told.

A plus to the day
£50 note? Ah ok!
To put towards your expenses.
Shame it’s not nearly enough
And things stay financially tough
But didn’t you know that we’re in a recession?

Are you still busy?
Little work experience kid
I have something else I need you to do
A lunch break is for losers.
And beggars can’t be choosers,
So get on with cleaning my shoe.

We leave early on a Friday
‘Gotta get down the pub
And celebrate the night with our mates.
You must stay here
And forfeit the beer
Make up for us and go extra late.

What is this?
It seems unfair?
To be treated in such a poor way?
But work experience is a must
If you want to build trust
And we could replace you here in a day

So stop your moaning
And crack on fast
Work won’t get done on its own
Chance of a job at the end?
I’m not gonna pretend
The answer may leave you forlorn

But it’ll be something for your CV
That’ll boost it up – trust me
This will help get you a job.

However, if all fails
And you’re beginning to pale
Chill out, take some breaths and relax!
Try not to despair
Keep a’hold of your hair
And think
Extra months - maybe ten?
Of getting to do work experience
All over again.




October 14th: W.E. Day Four – Are you busy?

I have now worked out that the best way to get people to talk to you is by brute force. Join in where you’re not invited, and contribute even when you know no-one cares to listen. Let me give you an example;

Miss Attitude walks straight past me (I was only surprised that she didn’t punch out as she walked) and on to Dogsbody’s desk to say good morning.

“Good morning Dogsbody”

“Good morning Miss Attitude.”

Lovely.

Then Dogsbody reignites the conversation;

“Did you see Apprentice last night?”

“No, I don’t watch Apprentice” (she’s probably still out at her anger management class at that time).

There’s a silence - my opportunity to jump in...

“I do! I do! I watch Apprentice! Me! Me! Here! Over here! Me! Fellow Apprentice watcher, wooo hooo! This way! Over here!! Me! Me! Hello! I know Apprentice!! Me!”

They both look around, trying to decipher where the voice has come from, and eventually realise it came from me, the mouthy work experience kid who keeps butting in where she’s not wanted. Miss Attitude looks pissed off (so basically normal),, and Dogsbody looks nervous – should he follow Miss Attitude’s lead, or, have a nice TV banter – which we know we all love to do.

Up yours Miss Attitude – he chose the banter yea!

“Oh my god - could you believe it when Lord Sugar said....”

See? Force. Sometimes when it comes to conversation, you just have to take it. And if in the process you manage to push out Miss Attitude, then all the better.

And god was she living up to her name this morning (not that I’m sure/hope) she knows her name...) Apparently she has a deadline and was stressed, something I would have been sympathetic about had she not huffed and puffed all morning until I thought she’d blow the whole bloody place down. Then suddenly she turned...and smiled.

I was terrified.

“Hey...” (I think she wanted to add my name but has unfortunately had yet to bother learning what it is...)

“Yes Miss Attitude?”

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Only if you ask nicely Miss Attitude.”

Of course, I knew this would be beyond her capabilities, so the whole thing was called off.

Joke.

Actually she was very nice. For those 15 minutes that she wanted me to help her with research anyway. Then I gave her the work she needed and – poof - goodbye Miss Sickly Sweet, and oh, hello again Miss Attitude, how you were missed (by Satan).

And it turns out this habit of getting the work experience monkey to do stuff for you doesn’t just come from my immediate circle of associates.

My phone rang. I looked at it surprised – it was the first time I’d received a phone call all week. I picked up;

“Hello?”

“Oh hello – are you busy at the moment?”

I look at the three page list of stuff I need to do and the pile of paperwork growing around me.

“Err...yes, I am a bit mysterious unknown voice – but what can I do for you?”

“Well I need you to...and I need it done now. We go to press in an hour.”

“Right, ok, sure, no problem - I’m sure I can just re-arrange my schedule a bit and get it done...err, hello?”

But she was gone – no thank you, no bye, just gone.

Then I received an email, ‘cd u cm in pls.’ I recognised this kind of code work by now. I went into the assistant editors office.

“Hey...?”

“Right I need the answer to this. And this, this this, this, this, this and this immediately. We go to press in an hour.”

“Right, ok, sure...just give me a second....hmm...really all now...?!”

“Yes.”

“Right, ok sure....”

I get back to my desk, the phone rings again – a different voice this time.

“Are you busy at the moment?”

Not even a hello this time.

“Err...yes, I am a bit second mysterious unknown voice – but what can I do for you?”

“Well I need you to...and this...and this...and I need it done now. We go to press in an hour.”

Yes, I’ve heard. “Errr....ok?”

So needless to say that as the girl who can’t say no, things got a little hectic today. And of course that has put me behind on all the stuff I’m meant to have completed for tomorrow as it turns out that I am only human after all. God I can’t wait until the weekend.

Conclusion: Maybe I should just go back to the old waitressing job. It was far less stressful.

Thursday, 14 October 2010

October 13th: W.E. Day Three - Going Potty


Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter.

Fed up of it yet? Then I repeat, book in an appointment to discuss with me about its genius because I frigging love Harry Potter! (Lucky really, seeing that it has become my life.)

More research, phone calls, image viewing and trivia scanning I was called back into the Assistant Editor’s office. (Ok, by called, I mean emailed, ‘cd yu cm in pls’ – decipher as you please.)

Hello! I beamed like a possessed Harry Potter fanatic. He looked shocked. Either I’d gone overboard with the enthusiasm, or ‘cd yu cm in pls’ means something completely different to what I’d translated.

“Right, I want you to go to Charring Cross and purchase any books that has some useful info for the Harry Potter trivia. (Wahoo! An outing!) I’m gonna give you my credit card (Wahoo! Credit Card!) and don’t mind you spending up to £50 / £70 (Wahoo! £50 / £70!).”

“You know I won’t come back” I said, jokingly.

He looked irritated.

Mental note to self: it is far too early on the placement to be making such ‘I’m going to steal all your money' jokes.

So I went off, for far longer than intended and massively failed. I blame a few things for this:

1) That Chancery Lane and Charring Cross Road are not the same place.

2) That no-one has written a book of Harry Potter FILM trivia (perhaps this could be my opening?)

3) That the Editorial Assistant gave me the wrong pin number. Or, it’s possible, cancelled the card after my seemingly less hilarious than I anticipated joke.

4) That a certainty that the Waterstone’s in Piccadily was bound to solve my book finding needs was wrong;


“Err – we can't help you, but have you tried Charring Cross?” - Yes. Yes I have.


Out of the accessible £50 to £70 book buying limit, I spent a grand total of £2.99. And that was so I didn’t come back empty handed. And I paid (to be fair I was offered the money back but felt – considering my colossal letdown – that I should take this one for the team).

When I finally got back to the office some three hours had gone by...Whoops....not really sure what the hell happened there...It certainly hadn't seemed that long...I blame the trains.

Sheepishly, I slid the Assistant Editor back his credit card (at which point he promptly phoned the bank and told them to remove the hold on it), smiled in the direction of my colleagues, realised no-one had even noticed I'd been gone, and settled back down at my desk for the remainder of the afternoon.

I spent it doing more research (and was given another top secret assignment which I shan’t tell you about as I know some of you are fellow journos waiting to pounce, so nah nah nah.) Being a massive geek, it turns out I actually quite enjoy research / secret assignments, so I was content, even if no-one was talking . But then they were quite busy I suppose. And the end of the week deadline is coming up. And I guess it's quite difficult to transcribe a dictaphone interview and talk at the same time. I'll let them off on this occasion.

Then the BEST thing? Five goodbyes when I left the office today. Five! Not one, two three, four, six, seven, eight, nine etc etc, but five. Lovely.

Conclusion: I am warming more to this new life, and maybe – and I mean more maybe than yesterday – would like to work for this publication.